Renovating the Negative
- Jimmy Lisotto

- 12 hours ago
- 1 min read
by Jimmy Lisotto

When depression strikes,
The foundation weakens.
My mind becomes an enemy,
Not a friend.
Distorted thinking
Wears me down
With its vicious, venomous loop.
A murky haze of malaise
Blankets the mind,
Every step through viscous sludge.
When the fog rolls in,
I go to my toolbox,
Battered, yet still useful.
The rugged chisel
Chips away at the lies,
The pitted crowbar
Pries loose the darkness,
While the well-worn scraper
Shaves off twisted thoughts.
Retraining my brain
Is a frequent task,
Renovating the negative
Into a positive.
I have come to realize
Over the years
That the churning maelstrom
Cannot be contained.
I have to uncork the bottle
And let the dark shadows rise.
Whether verbal or written,
Expression is my key
To a safe release.
When I can do this,
I wrench free of the sinking sand
And plant a foot
On solid ground.
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Jimmy Lisotto is a poet in New Hampshire. He has previously been published in Agape Review, Solid Food Press, Bee The Foundation, Arlijo, Valiant Scribe, Sage-ing, and Faith On Every Corner, among others. He believes that poetry is a medium that can connect people from all walks of life. He can be found on Facebook and Instagram.




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